Novel & Cerita Transmigrated As Fat Young Missy

But as she continued to look at the glass, her own eyes faded and there were only those of her new self- wide, clear, and expressive. Was this real? She raised her hand to touch her face and felt it. She suddenly knew the identity of this new self! Her name was Katherine, Duchess Barnard. More than that, she was married to Duke Dane Barnard, one of Regency England's most feared gentlemen, and she'd gone back in time to perhaps the 1800s or something?

“ you are being a cute little brat Miss Townsend “ Me? A brat ? “ I’m not a brat “ I yelled in his face He didn’t respond, he removes his wrist watch calmly, rolled up the sleeves of his shirt showing the ink that is so spread across his arm , he walked to the bar and poured two cup of whiskey, he gave me a cup which a down quickly in anger …A very bad idea I chocked on the hot drink and started coughing, his expression soften “ you don’t down a glass of whiskey love “ he poured me another glass “ here , don’t rush drink it softly “ I cradled the glass with my two hand and took a sip , I didn’t look at him I am too embarrassed about choking on the whiskey “I’m older, it’s impossible for me t

“That didn’t answer my question.” Ryan leaned toward Dad. “How long before she threatens him?” “Twenty seconds,” Dad replied. Missy crossed her arms. “Nothing happened. I went to classes, finished my project, bought groceries, and came home.” “Did you drive?” “No. I walked.” “Alone?” Her green eyes narrowed. Ryan checked an imaginary watch. “Fourteen seconds.” “Chase,” Missy said slowly, “I am twenty-two.” “I know how old you are.” “Then stop questioning me like I’m twelve.”

Missy entered with a sense of purpose, her words marking the transition of the evening. "It's time, kids." Embracing his mother in a heartfelt hug, Kael couldn't help but comment, "Mom, I think this means we aren't kids anymore." Missy's laughter filled the room, a sound of warmth and enduring love. "No, you're always going to be my kids. I'm just getting another daughter tonight," she responded, her joy at the expansion of her family evident.

“Very. He may be older, but trust me, his body doesn’t know it.” “So there’s hope?” I narrowed my eyes at her. “Alright, Missy. You’re asking a lot of questions. Who’s this guy you met?” She fell silent as the waitress brought our food to the table. Once she walked away, Angel stared down at her steak. “When Mom refused to let me meet Dad, I signed up for a sugarbaby website…”

Jax and Aziel look away and I note that even though he has us here, he at least has enough respect to not watch an underage girl relieve herself. Her wounds from her abuse have not been healing as fast as I’d like thanks to the iron chains but no matter what, she finds ways to distract us and remains to be her perky self. Like right now, she’s trying to play a game of I-spy but she said we need to think of things that are not in this room. Fairies. Always looking on the bright side of things.

he said with confusion. “Please call me Missy.” He looked surprised, but eventually smiled and said, “Alright, Missy. Will you please give us your version of what occurred?” “Cindy and I were being hunted my Michael Jefferson. He wants to hold us captive to breed his…” “Yes, yes. We are aware. You can skip the back story and just get to the facts, if you please,” the pinch faced woman said in a voice that resembled a cackle.

Fox said through clenched teeth “aren’t they?” “Absolutely” Cosmo agreed but he lifted his head from her and wrapped his hands around the sides of his bucket to grip it tightly. The last member, a teenage girl of about eighteen with light pink hair pulled back into a ponytail, made moaning noises and it all clicked. “Wait…. you two had sex?” I gasped at them, before Fox slapped me upside the head roughly. “What of it?” she snapped back at me “want to make fun of us, like those fuckwits over there are?”

I freaking knew this had something to do with the fucking system, because that's Amy. Not the old version of her, but the same girl I've watched her childhood videos with and would recognize that face anywhere. She was Amy when she was just an 11 year old girl. Same hair, same eyes. The weird part was that she's the same race as mine before I transmigrated here. I wasn't shocked to see a English girl here, because I've seen many. This is a big country, but why is it Amy? And the same school? And just like that, I screwed up.

A message popped up out of nowhere in the old classmates' group chat. It was from Megan Watson, the class rep. Megan: [Let's get together next week at the Windsor Grand, since that's Rachel's family's place.] Megan: [I'll cover two hundred dollars and treat everyone to dinner, then we can all stay the night after!] Someone replied right away. [The Windsor Grand is Rachel's family's hotel? Then I want the best room there!] I hurried to explain. My family just ran a little diner selling sandwiches and soup. I only worked at the Windsor Grand. Megan sent back a rolling-eyes sticker, dead set on the idea that I was lying. That night, she started a sign-up thread in the chat. Megan: [I'm